Why, ever since Adam, who has got to the meaning of this great allegory - the world? Then we pygmies must be content to have out paper allegories but ill comprehended.

As a man-of-war that sails through the sea, so this earth that sails through the air. We mortals are all on board a fast-sailing,never-sinking world-frigate, of which God was the shipwright; and she is but one craft in a Milky-Way fleet, of which God is the Lord High Admiral.

Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them.

Praise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men

Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!